Come Sundown – George JonesBy I heard the front door closing softly as I weaken from my sleepWith the last touch of her lips Lord like a whisper on my cheekAnd I cursed the sun for rising for the worst Lord is yet to comeCause this morning she’s just leaving but come sundown she’ll be goneSee the lipstick on the pillow that I placed beneath her headAnd the soft sheets still feel warm Lord where she lay upon my bedAnd it hurts to know it’s over for the hurt Lord had just begunCause this morning she’s just leaving but come sundown she’ll be gone www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20